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Three weeks. Three weeks travelling the length of the country to work on a distant client site. Three weeks living in a hotel room. I guess three weeks isn’t...
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Everyone Thinks They Are Normal
I had no clue what I was going to write about this evening, but then read a stream of comments on Tumblr about choices of pizza, and start writing this nonse...
Escaping In Plain Sight
When I started out on this journey, I wrote things like “first day done”, “second day done”, and so on. I’m just trying to figure out which day this is - eig...
The One Where The Horrible Lady Snored
Once again, I find myself sitting in a hotel room on the outskirts of Preston, Lancashire to work at a nearby office throughout the week. Once again I have s...
The Day The Internet Died
While trudging back towards the washing machine to put the fifty thousandth load in the machine yesterday afternoon I noticed our eldest daughter stood in th...
Listening To Mr Mister
The title of this post could be a tongue twister, couldn’t it. In reality I’m listening to a play-list on Spotify called “Great Tunes” that I started compili...
Friday Night And Saturday Morning
It’s heading towards 1am as I sit at the computer. It has rained all day here - from the moment I arrived in the office this morning. It is still raining now...
Elvis Has Left The Building
Another Thursday, and another journey across the country aboard a long distance train. I now know that the 4pm train out of Preston is the “fast one” - cover...
Its Not About Who You Are
While holed up in a hotel with work over the last few days I have been afforded the chance to read a lot of the publications and websites that I normally wou...
Isaac Newton Donald Trump And Beef Pie
I left the hotel this evening with all the intentions in the world of crossing the road to theother pub - the one I have seen from a distance throughout my s...